Close to You
“Okay, a door it is. This way.” She follows me all the way to the other side of the store, stopping on the way to pick out a paint color, brushes, and other painting supplies. After we’ve chosen her new door, we make our way to the checkout counter.
“I can’t fit this all in my car.”
“I have the work truck,” I say, leading her to it. “I’ll just take this stuff with me and meet you at your place after work. I’ll help you put it together.”
“Well, at least let me take the paint and I’ll get that done before you get there.”
“Good plan.” She helps me unload the flat cart, takes the paint, and sends me a winning smile.
“Thank you, Landon.”
“You’re welcome.” Before she can walk away, I grab her hand and tug her to me, lower my head, and kiss her softly. “I’ll see you a little later.”
“Looking forward to it,” she breathes. She sends me a sassy smile, then turns and walks to her car, a little extra sway in her step, her pretty blond hair bouncing around her shoulders.
I want her.
IT’S LATER THAN I anticipated when I pull up to Cami’s house, thanks to a bunch of snafus at work this afternoon and then getting tied up at my dad’s office discussing a new job.
Work is really interfering with my love life.
I use the key Cami gave me to let myself in, and find Scoot lying on the back of the couch, sleeping soundly. He opens his eyes when I walk past, but then falls right back to sleep, not caring in the least that I’m here.
Suddenly I hear . . . giggling. I walk into the kitchen to find a war zone. Food, bins, and appliances cover every surface. The pantry door is standing open. I can’t see inside it, but I hear a loud thud, then Cami giggle, and another female voice says, “Ow! That was my knee!”
“Sorry.” More giggling. I quietly walk around the island until I can see inside the pantry, then stop, fold my arms over my chest, and watch the show.
Because it’s quite the show.
All of the old wire shelves have been taken out. Cami’s on her hands and knees, painting along the baseboard. Kat is rolling up high, and they’re chattering away.
“Dick size is important,” Kat says, as if she’s talking about the weather. “I mean, if it’s too small, it’s like, Are you in yet? And if you have to ask that question, it’s not a good sign.”
“Definitely not,” Cami says, slurring her words. She sits back on her haunches, giving me a prime view of her back and ass, and takes a sip of wine, right out of the damn bottle. “And if they’re too big, it’s like, ouch! I prefer a medium-sized dick.”
“Yes!” Kat says, nodding. “Medium-sized is perfect. Not fun-sized. Why do they call it fun-sized, anyway? What’s fun about small pieces of chocolate? Or small cocks?”
“Or small dicks,” Cami adds, then laughs. “Oh, you just said that.”
“It’s worth saying twice,” Kat says. “Also, the last douche I dated? What was his name?”
“Craig?”
“Yes!” Kat exclaims, pointing at Cami. “Craig. He wouldn’t go down on me. What the fuck is up with men who won’t go down on a girl?”
I smirk, completely agreeing with Kat, and more than a little shocked. Jesus, girl talk is a hell of a lot more explicit than locker room talk. Who knew? This is fascinating.
“Right? Like, we’re supposed to suck them off like some kind of sucking Olympian, but they won’t return the favor?” Cami asks before drinking more wine. “It’s ludi-ridicu . . . It’s dumb.” I cover my mouth to keep from laughing at her stumbling over her tongue.
God, she’s fucking hilarious.
“So dumb,” Kat agrees. “Does Landon do it for you?”
Now my interest is very piqued. I wish we’d already made love so she could brag a bit. But then again, I’m not so sure how I feel about her sharing our intimate time together.
Which is a change for me. I don’t think it would have ever bothered me in the past.
“We haven’t done any of the sex stuff.” Cami takes a sip of wine, then bends over to touch up some paint, showing me her perfectly round, begging-to-be-kissed ass.
“None?” Kat looks down at her and frowns. “Like, at all?”
“We kiss sometimes,” Cami says. “Maybe he doesn’t want to do the sex.”
Oh, he wants to do the sex, sweetheart.
“He does,” Kat says, her voice confident. I nod.
“How do you know?”
“Because he’s a man. Trust me, he wants the sex.”
“I think he likes me,” Cami says.
Oh, I like you.
“I hope so. Otherwise I’ll have to remove his manhood,” Kat says, and they both giggle.
“Don’t do that,” Cami says right before snorting, which makes her laugh even harder. “I have plans for his manhood. I think he’d be really good at the sex stuff. Like, really, really good.”
“You know, if he doesn’t initiate sex, you should just drop to your knees and suck him.” Kat nods once. “Just go to town on him.”
Jesus. Just the thought has me rock hard. I need to interrupt this conversation, but just before I step forward, Cami says, “I thought about it. I might just attack him.”
“Yessssss!” Kat says. “Do it. Seriously.”
I clear my throat and walk toward the pantry like I just got here. If they keep talking like this, I’ll scoop Cami up and take her upstairs to rectify the no-sex-yet situation, and she’s way too drunk for that to be our first time.